He's good.
This evening running errands, we parked the car, got out and Declan noticed a Harley Davidson.
Declan: When I grow up I'm going to have one of those. Then I'll get a girl to ride on it and she can come to my house.
Me: Oh really? And then what?
Declan: We will go inside and I'll play. I can get my stuffies down and she can come to my room and she can play too.
Seriously, he's good.
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